Ohhhh, yeah, oh
Ohhhh, yeah, oh
Ohhhh, wooo, yeah
Fake friends they die
Real friends they die
All lies is lie
All eyes is on me
Woah, yeah, how you think that I'm the problem when you really started this?
I'm still f*cked up from the past, so I ain't tryna remember shit
All I was was moderate, let's go big Metropolis
Ridin' in a gold thing, ridin' in a gold thing
Let's ride the Mustang, let's get some more drink
I need some more drink, I need some more mud (Mud)
I throw rack, I throw rack, we f*ck up the club, woah
We f*ck up the club
I just got some chicken with my titties
Drowning in her potion, I call this magic city
AirBnb for four days, we get rowdy, belligerent
I don't need a tailor, I keep rockin' ricky, ricky, ricky, huh, huh
Fresh & clean, I'm draped in all black, I'm Rick Owens
I got chrome hearts from my flesh to my bones, yeah
I got chrome hearts from my flesh to my bones, yeah
Fake friends, they die slow
Real friends, they die quick
I've been left alone, I don't seek no partnership
I ain't work for conglomerate, I ain't never been moderate (Oh, oh, oh)
I ain't never been moderate
Woah, yeah, how you think that I'm the problem when you really started this?
I'm still f*cked up from the past, so I ain't tryna remember shit
All I was was moderate, let's go big Metropolis
Ridin' in a gold thing, ridin' in a gold thing
Let's ride the Mustang, let's get some more drink
I need some more drink, I need some more mud (Mud)
I throw rack, I throw rack, we f*ck up the club, woah
We f*ck up the club
I just got some chicken with my titties
Drowning in her potion, I call this magic city
AirBnb for four days, we get rowdy, belligerent
I don't need a tailor, I keep rockin' ricky, ricky, ricky, huh, huh
Fresh & clean, I'm draped in all black, I'm Rick Owens
I got chrome hearts from my flesh to my bones, yeah
I got chrome hearts from my flesh to my bones, yeah
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Ohhhh, yeah, oh
Ohhhh, yeah, oh
Ohhhh, wooo, yeah
Fake friends they die
Real friends they die
All lies is lie
All eyes is on me
Woah, yeah, how you think that I'm the problem when you really started this?
I'm still f*cked up from the past, so I ain't tryna remember shit
All I was was moderate, let's go big Metropolis
Ridin' in a gold thing, ridin' in a gold thing
Let's ride the Mustang, let's get some more drink
I need some more drink, I need some more mud (Mud)
I throw rack, I throw rack, we f*ck up the club, woah
We f*ck up the club
I just got some chicken with my titties
Drowning in her potion, I call this magic city
AirBnb for four days, we get rowdy, belligerent
I don't need a tailor, I keep rockin' ricky, ricky, ricky, huh, huh
Fresh & clean, I'm draped in all black, I'm Rick Owens
I got chrome hearts from my flesh to my bones, yeah
I got chrome hearts from my flesh to my bones, yeah
Fake friends, they die slow
Real friends, they die quick
I've been left alone, I don't seek no partnership
I ain't work for conglomerate, I ain't never been moderate (Oh, oh, oh)
I ain't never been moderate
Woah, yeah, how you think that I'm the problem when you really started this?
I'm still f*cked up from the past, so I ain't tryna remember shit
All I was was moderate, let's go big Metropolis
Ridin' in a gold thing, ridin' in a gold thing
Let's ride the Mustang, let's get some more drink
I need some more drink, I need some more mud (Mud)
I throw rack, I throw rack, we f*ck up the club, woah
We f*ck up the club
I just got some chicken with my titties
Drowning in her potion, I call this magic city
AirBnb for four days, we get rowdy, belligerent
I don't need a tailor, I keep rockin' ricky, ricky, ricky, huh, huh
Fresh & clean, I'm draped in all black, I'm Rick Owens
I got chrome hearts from my flesh to my bones, yeah
I got chrome hearts from my flesh to my bones, yeah
Ohhhh, yeah, oh
Ohhhh, wooo, yeah
Fake friends they die
Real friends they die
All lies is lie
All eyes is on me
Woah, yeah, how you think that I'm the problem when you really started this?
I'm still f*cked up from the past, so I ain't tryna remember shit
All I was was moderate, let's go big Metropolis
Ridin' in a gold thing, ridin' in a gold thing
Let's ride the Mustang, let's get some more drink
I need some more drink, I need some more mud (Mud)
I throw rack, I throw rack, we f*ck up the club, woah
We f*ck up the club
I just got some chicken with my titties
Drowning in her potion, I call this magic city
AirBnb for four days, we get rowdy, belligerent
I don't need a tailor, I keep rockin' ricky, ricky, ricky, huh, huh
Fresh & clean, I'm draped in all black, I'm Rick Owens
I got chrome hearts from my flesh to my bones, yeah
I got chrome hearts from my flesh to my bones, yeah
Fake friends, they die slow
Real friends, they die quick
I've been left alone, I don't seek no partnership
I ain't work for conglomerate, I ain't never been moderate (Oh, oh, oh)
I ain't never been moderate
Woah, yeah, how you think that I'm the problem when you really started this?
I'm still f*cked up from the past, so I ain't tryna remember shit
All I was was moderate, let's go big Metropolis
Ridin' in a gold thing, ridin' in a gold thing
Let's ride the Mustang, let's get some more drink
I need some more drink, I need some more mud (Mud)
I throw rack, I throw rack, we f*ck up the club, woah
We f*ck up the club
I just got some chicken with my titties
Drowning in her potion, I call this magic city
AirBnb for four days, we get rowdy, belligerent
I don't need a tailor, I keep rockin' ricky, ricky, ricky, huh, huh
Fresh & clean, I'm draped in all black, I'm Rick Owens
I got chrome hearts from my flesh to my bones, yeah
I got chrome hearts from my flesh to my bones, yeah
Writer: Hunter Rofkar
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